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"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.

Tammy Her condition is getting worse, despite all her futile attempts to avoid him. Faith decided to act against her will, meddling with both her patience and her sanity. How can she forget about Lucas, when he keeps popping up like this? Especially now, that Sesh is spending so much time with his friend, Matt. Twisting the knife further still, his name has become a powerful weapon against her weakness, an ever-present sound on everyone's lips that's confusing her even more. If it's not about his looks, it's about his arrogant attitude, which, like a magnet, attracts vilifying rumours and lustful wishes. Her life has turned into a sinking ship, going down fast in nauseating swirls, and with

The leader yelled; the boys held me again, tightly this time. "Bitch, did I not just say that I don't like that word?! Now shut the fuck up before I suck your dick and bite that shit off." I yelled. The Puerto Rican and Dominican blood in me kicked in and I started getting hot. "You better shut up, before you get hurt faggot." The leader said, Adrien still seemed shocked from what's happening. I had a small sadistic smirk on my face, my eyes just filled with hatred. "Do your worst"

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

I asked, bravely. "Billy said that they would have let you go but we all know that isn't true. I think that they would have eventually killed you after... you know." Sally said looking at the floor. "What a couple of misogynistic psychopaths!" I yelled. I was fuming. What they had planned was disgusting and to add to that the insult that they believed that I only had value if I was a virgin was nauseating. I jumped up and stormed out to the bar. Hawk and JG were sitting in front of Billy who was tied to a chair. His face was swollen and bloody but I could see that he would be fine once he had time to heal. Everyone followed me out and stood in the doorway. I walked over to stand in front of

Then Momo walked out to the ring in a tight black outfit that looked like total perverts. Masochism is the obtaining and obtaining of pleasure by performing actions that involve the delivery or infliction of pain or humiliation. Sadism is defined as a psychological disorder that manifests in the pleasure of inflicting pain on the other person or the same person.. That is, the enjoyment of torture in general, while masochism is a psychological disorder that is embodied in the enjoyment of pain inflicted on the same person. Any enjoyment of persecution in general?. In general, sadomasochism is not considered a sexual disorder unless such practices cause distress or disorder that requires diagn

He stuttered his shaky hands ready to take notes in his small note book. Lorenzo inhaled through his nose. "I loved the smell of blood, the cries of the victims begging my dad for mercy, the children crying for their parents to be spared. Fucking paradise. I should take you to my basement one day and show you around. It's a lovely place." He chuckled Dr. Ross gulped shaking his head, "Uhh...alright-Umm. Let's m-move on." He made a quick note in his note pad. Lorenzo shrugged.

I wince, shutting down the memory "I guess what I'm trying to say is that when you came to live with us, I was prepared for you to continue to act like that." "Like what?" "Wanton." He looks genuinely bewildered, like he hasn't ever heard the word before. "Wanton?" "You know, undisciplined, unruly, luxurious, reckless, immoral." His shoulders are shaking with silent laughter now. "Immoral huh?" "That's all you got from the entire conversation? Yes, Immoral. I mean, the first night we met, you–" "Fucked an older woman and you watched. I don't remember you complaining then." My nose flares and my cheeks flush but I refuse to back down. I'm not going to admit in a thousand years that for some